Hey Y'all,

In a few words, it's been a long fucking while since my last post. I didn't have the urge to write, and my life has been really busy as of late.

But something happened yesterday that made me want to write again, as though only words would suffice. I lost one of my best friends, someone I had known all my life.

Garrie Paterson: 1981 - 2008.
I still can't believe that he's gone. I feel as though someone is playing a cruel practical joke on me, or that this is a bad dream from which I cannot wake. But the reality is, as much as we would LOVE to have him with us again, it can't happen. Obviously there is a higher purpose for him in death than there must have been in life.

Garrie had the gift of making everyone in a crowded room feel like they were the only one there, not just onstage, but off it too. For those of us who had the privilege of growing up (or trying to) with him, Garrie was loyal and never forgot who his friends were, despite the distance and time apart we often spent.

We had days and weekends at his place, watching obscure movies like 'Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Hype', and to this day, we were both able to recite lines from it, even though neither of us had seen it for years. We also played 'Hallway Gymnastics' frequently throughout our younger days, with the trampoline and mattresses littering the hall.

Garrie was also a naturally gifted musician; everything seemed to come easily to him. One day he decided to become a kick-ass drummer, and the next day he played guitar, and eventually became known locally as a singer with a distinctive voice. It was in his music that we all saw his potential; he could have been anything he wanted musically. Now it seems that this potential will remain eternally unfulfilled.

We're all at a loss for words. We thought he was indestructable, capable of defeating life's trials and setbacks. But I suppose everyone has a breaking point.

I know that as we get older, people come and go in life, but we never expected Garrie to go so soon. I will forever have the memories to keep and share with others who knew him.

My thoughts are with Leah and Garrie's family. We are all hurting and trying to make sense of this.

The last words Garrie ever said to me (last week) were 'I love you, brother'.

We fucking love you too, mate.

- Fridge.

GO SENS GO!!!

Hey y'all,

It's been quite a while since I posted, but I've been mega busy, keeping the streets safe... so i guess you could call me a vigilante.

Anyways, while I was in Canada, I fell in love with a few things. Tim Horton's, Corner Gas, the weather, and hockey... which brings me to this topic.

My adopted team, the Ottawa Senators, are playing pretty well at the moment. They're within one game of competing for the Stanley Cup, and will have to play either the Anaheim Ducks or the Detroit Red Wings to do it.









Daniel Alfredsson, what a leader! 14 points (8 goals, 6 assists) in 12 playoff games, and a +/- of 4. He's definitely leading from the front!



'Razor' Ray Emery. Now there's a story. At the start of the season, he wasn't even the Sens' first-choice goalie! Now he's among the league's elite! In the regular season, he only allowed 138 goals from 58 games, saved 1691 and had 5 shutouts!



Dany Heatley has overcome a lot of adversity to become one of the league's offensive threats. 105 points for the season (50 goals, 55 assists) and a +/- rating of 31 prove that he's red-hot!

There are other players in this team (such as Spezza, Vermette, Volchenkov et al), but these three stand out, because when they all fire at once, they are nearly unstoppable!

And aside from a major catastrophe, the Sens are going to the Cup!

GO SENS GO!!!!

- Fridge.

Show some RESPECT!!!

Hey Y'all,

First of all, I must apologize for my lack of contribution to this blog recently. I've been busy, deal with it.

Now, back to business. I must warn you that this isn't a racist post, just a point I'd like to make about Australia Day.

At Semaphore, South Australia on Australia Day (January 26), a youth wearing an Australian flag ripped from his back, ripped and spat on by members of the 'Greek or Italian community'. To me, this is an inexcusable act. There is nothing more disrespectful than defacing someone's flag, especially if you are an immigrant to that country.


For too long, the Australian Government has catered excessively for the needs of immigrants,(and not JUST the Mediterraneans) while ignoring the rest of us natural Australians. Regretfully, the Cronulla riot of 2005 was bound to happen. The tensions been Caucasian and Middle Eastern immigrants had been simmering for years, and finally escalated when the local residents became sick and tired of alleged assaults and intimidatory behaviour in the area.

While violence and racism are never the answer to any conflict, it was the inaction of the powers that be, as well as the perceived injustices towards natural Australians that created this riot. If these alleged incidences 'assaults and intimidatory behaviour' did occur, then in my opinion that is a huge lack of respect to Australia, and the Australian way of life.

When you migrate to another country, you are supposed to uphold and respect the laws of that country, and to respect the religious beliefs and way of life of that nation. When immigrants have a blatant disrespect for the laws, beliefs and way of life of Australia, it makes my blood boil. But they are not entirely to blame. They are used to being pampered by the Australian government, so why wouldn't they be now?

I envy the magnitude of respect and awe in which the American flag is held. I've seen grown men cry while singing The Star-Spangled Banner. I admire that they think so much of their country, flag and way of life. I resent, actually I hate the way Australians (both natural and immigrants) display an open ambivalence towards our flag and anthem. It makes me sick.

Personally, I believe that if you migrate to another country and disrespect the traditions, flag, beliefs and lifestyle of that country you should be sent of the first flight back to Whereverthefuckitisyoucamefromville. These turds have to realize that they fled and/or chose to come to Australia due civil war, drought, famine & war or for work, family or medical reasons. People who disrespect this or any country they live in should fuck off home and find their version of Paradise.

Don't be a pussy, put your money where your mouth is if you say you'd rather be elsewhere.

Again, this is not a racist post, just an opinion from someone who is sick and tired of having his country used as a doormat by foreigners.

- Fridge.

A lesson worth learning.

Hey Y'all,

I hate 'alternative' music these days. But kids today, like the sheep they are, follow the herd, and listen to some abysmal shit. In my honest opinion, the quality of this music is at about the same standard as pop, dance and rap music. In other words, it's worse than rubbing your genitalia with a cheese grater.

Here's Exhibit A: Panic! At The Disco

Do the words 'Boy Band' ring a bell? They all have their hair emo-parted to the same fucking side!

That hideous video for the horribly titled 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' takes me back to the glory days of 5ive, Backstreet Boys and New Kids on The Block, with the only difference being instruments. Also, what's with the long and stupid song titles? JUST GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!

If this band had a label, I'd call them 'pop-punk for preschoolers'.

Exhibit B: The Veronicas

Come on, as if these two are 'rock'! This is a perfect example of the media's bastardization of rock music.

Their first single, 4Ever blatantly rips off the verses from 'Since U Been Gone', by another popstar/wannabe rocker Kelly Clarkson. Two listens and you'll see what I mean. This kinda shit resembles Bananarama (download Venus, and you'll get it). I'm all for Girl Power, but there's nothing powerful about this trite, unoriginal waste of air time. Quite frankly, I'd rather listen to elderly people eating...

There is no soul in this ugly beast, and it seems like a bit of bandwagoning is taking place right here... Simplicity at it's worst.

If I had to label the Veronicas, I'd call them 'pop-rock for the handicapped'.

Exhibit C: My Chemical Romance
Alright, shoot me. Another boy band posing as a rock band....

Hey kids, here's a tip: if you want to look like the ultimate tool, this is the direction you should take!

Obviously these guys dress each other and moonlight as makeup artists, and the singer looks like an ugly version of Bjork. Their image is highly derivative of the 1980's Goth, with a little of the black metal 'vampire' thing going on. However, they have a little more of an 'edge' to their music, but this isn't nearly edgy enough to claim to be 'punk', 'emo' or 'a rocker'.

If I were to label My Chemical Romance, I'd call them 'rock for kids who don't like rock'.

I think all bands like these should have labels like those on children's toys (eg Ages 3 and up). This would clear some confusion for clueless kids, as well as save them from repeated pummellings by kids from school. That's a nice thought.

If you are to take anything away from this free lesson in life (and music), please think carefully about how you label yourself and the bands you listen to. If you went to any real shows, you'd stand out like a sore thumb, and be open to some harsh treatment. This would not earn you any 'scene points' in a hurry.

Be an individual, don't be something (or someone) if you have no knowledge of how to be it with authenticity.

Until next time,

- Fridge.

Can we have an FGP-free society?

Hey Y'all,

This is just a short rant about the FGP phenomenon.

What is an FGP? An FGP is a 'Fat Girl with Personality'.

They are EVERYWHERE. They are in pubs, on public transport, at sporting events. EVERYWHERE.

Courtesy of Google Images, here's a damn fine example of what an FGP looks like....

I'm not a fat-hater, because I'm on the large side myself, but why do they insist on making fools of themselves in public? They're always the people you can hear from the other side of a crowded room, saying stupid shit like 'I've had 4 Vodka Cruisers!' or 'This really hot guy just looked at me!'

They are always the people talking loudly on mobile phones on buses or trains, yapping (in detail) about that day's events, their plans for the weekend, and Tupac Shakur. I even saw an FGP on the bus a year or two ago who named her ugly, fat kid Dre! That is the ultimate act of an FGP: Unspeakable attention-seeking acts, designed to make everyone (bar their 'cliques') cringe at the sight of them.

I have a proposal for those who are sick and tired of the FGP Fraternity: A gold-coin (if you're in Australia, otherwise a dollar, pound or yen would suffice) donation into your personal piggy bank at every sighting of an FGP-related incident. That's right people: you'd be making yourself very fucking rich via the idiocy of stupid fatty loudmouths.

Leave a comment if you agree or disagree with this proposal.

Until next time, stay cool!

- Fridge.

Enough is enough... EMO sucks!!!

Hey Y'all,

Everything about emo sucks. There, I said it.

What is it about the 'Emo' lifestyle that draws the pubescent and the pubescent-at-heart to become clones of each other, not unlike second-rate Goth posers?

For those who live under a rock, or in Tasmania or Newfoundland (which is basically the same thing), Emo is an abbreviation for:
- Emotionally charged music, and
- the subculture which conforms to certain conventions in dress such as tight sweatshirts, tight band T-shirts and horn-rim glasses.

The latter is of concern, because unlike the music, you cannot ignore the subculture. Emo is fucking everywhere!

The Emo male is typically effeminate. Here's an example of an Emo Boy, which can be found at Wikipedia;



What is it with the whole 'Nobody understands me, I'll cut myself so I can bleed tears' schtick? So people actually find this attractive in a partner? When I was a teenager, being miserable wasn't fashionable, it was a pain in the fucking arse! Now every kid who has two parents living at home in a nice suburb, who goes to a nice school has a fucking right to be depressed? Sounds like the act of spoiled fucking brats!

Thanks to Google Images for that picture. We can only dream...

What is it with guys wearing make up? That song (I don't know what the song is called) says 'Emo is one step below transvestite'. It's hard to argue with that logic...



In summary, being emo is really pathetic. I know I'm going to offend a lot of people with this article, but they can go fuck themselves. Cry me a river, dickface... And slit your wrists the right way this time!

- Fridge.

Steve Irwin: 1962 - 2006.

Hey Y'all,

The news just came through on the TV.



Steve Irwin, one of Australia's most loved (and most controversial) icons has just died. He was 44.

His death came while filming a documentary near Port Douglas, Queensland, when he was struck in the chest by the venomous barbs of a stingray. It is presumed he was killed instantly.

Like him or loathe him and his outlandish behaviour, and I must admit that I fall into the latter category, he was a great Australian. He never forgot who he was, or where he came from, in spite of his rise to international stardom. His original slant on animal documentaries, as well as his plight for animal conservation through The Steve Irwin Conservation Foundation, as well as the International Crocodile Rescue showed that his heart was always in the right place.

From humble beginnings at his father's zoo on the Sunshine Coast, Irwin expanded the empire, partly due to his larger-than-life, excitable persona, and partly because of his immense knowledge, skill and experience with native and introduced flora and fauna. He is easily one of Australia's most well-known celebrities internationally; in fact, he is just as recognizable in the US as he is locally.

Australian Prime Minister John Howard considered him as a friend, and even invited him to a barbecue in honour of US President George W. Bush in 2003, such is his impact on Australians.

In summary, his antics may have been unconventional, but his heart was always in the right place, especially when it came to animals, Queensland, and most importantly, Australia. For that, we should all envy him.

May he rest in peace.

- Fridge.